User blog comment:Biggren/The Southern Alliance/@comment-2246928-20150422222742

The side of the raft makes a soft sound of wood against wood as boarding hooks are thrown over the railing and the camouflaged vermin swiftly scale the slaveship, clambering over the rail with practiced silence, as quiet as little lizards slithering across the desert.

Scorge was the first onboard, swiftly followed by the rest of his band as he suddenly gave a thin, bloodthirsty scream, the war cry ripping itself out of lungs weakened by lack of food, waving his scimitar and his wicked whip aloft. "YAAAAAAAAAGGH! ATTAAACK!"

His searat crew swept past him, surging towards whatever crew were onboard Grivvin's craft with mad excitement glimmering in wild, bloodshot eyes, chipped cutlasses, rusted daggers and yellowed fangs bared.